Di Lan took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Lynch was leaning against the car and waiting for Di Lan, with her long legs crossed and stretched, lowered her head and held her cell phone in one hand, and a bright yellow helmet in one hand, and her glasses were still on the bridge of her nose, and she was gentle and clean

, romantic and elegant.

The sound of the automatic door switch attracted Lynch's attention. He looked up at Di Lan, waved at Di Lan with his helmet, "Get into the car."

Di Lan felt like she woke up from a dream in an instant.

How could you... like the person in front of you so much?

Di Lan approached, Lynch handed him the helmet, Di Lan touched the helmet, "I have a hat."

"It's up to you." Lynch put his phone back in his pocket and opened the door and got into the car.

The car drove out of the underground parking lot, and Lynch drove the car smoothly, trying hard to ignore the co-driver's straight gaze. It was really impossible to ignore it. He stepped on the brakes before the red light, and Lynch reached out and said, "Swish" and was accurate.

He covered Di Lan's baseball cap on his face.

A chuckle echoed in the car, and Lynch's ear tips were a little hot.

Di Lan talks too much and he is annoyed. He just smiles but doesn't speak like this, and he is even more annoyed, because he is afraid that he can't hide it.

Di Lan raised her hand and took off her hat, simply put it on her face and leaned against the side, looking like she was about to sleep.

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief.

Di Lan glimpsed Lynch relaxing in an instant with his eyes and thought to himself: Is it straight? It doesn't seem that straight.

The road was quiet and silent, Di Lan's presence was still strong, and he didn't know what it smelled on him. In short, it smelled very nice. The clean boy smell always reminded people of the bright summer.

Lynch parked the car in the parking lot downstairs of the community and exhaled again, "Here, go up and rest."

Di Lan took off the baseball cap covering his face, and he covered it all the way, his face was a little red, his hair was messy, his eyes were still clear and bright, and there was a hook hidden in his pupils, which was a vague hint.

"Brother Lin," Di Lan said softly, "Let me try it, okay?"

This is already a beauty-temptation.

Lynch held the steering wheel in his hand and tried hard to think about whether he should refuse. The struggle in his mind was so fierce that Di Lan's handsome face had already come over.

He couldn't move.

The lips touched gently, and the dragonfly squirted the water. It was just a brief connection between the temperature and the temperature. The temperature, which was not originally hot, was transmitted through the other party's lips, but it seemed to have a high fever.

Di Lan slowly moved away, Lynch turned his face and lowered his eyes to hold the steering wheel without moving.

Di Lan whispered: "Brother Lin, it's too fast, I'll try again."

Di Lan opened her lips and kissed her. He carefully pried open Lynch's gentle lips, and sucked Lynch's tongue cautiously and unrestrainedly.

Sweet taste.

Lynch did not respond or refuse, and passively accepted the young first kiss of the young man.

Di Lan did not dare to go too far, and stopped trying it casually, and said carefully: "Brother Lin, how about it?"

Lynch was like a puppet who had returned to his soul. His eyes rolled for a moment. His hands holding the steering wheel were sweating a lot, and his face was still cold: "Not really, wait for Ren Miao to smile."

Ren Miao didn't have the chance to laugh at Di Lan.

After Di Lan returned to the crew the next day, she gave Guo Pei'an a new script and changed the farewell scene of Yangyang and the young kiss was deleted directly. Why did Xiangyang say goodbye to Sheng Ying across the wall? Di Lan was serious

, printed two pages of paper, attached with his understanding of the script and his perception of the characters.

In fact, Di Lan had this idea in her previous life. After "Flowers" was officially released, Di Lan watched it more than ten times, and he tried to find fault with himself a few times, and then thought about the plot several times, and he liked to think about the drama.

Some actors can act well in the role of the role, while Di Lan is an actor with his own unique ideas, and he reflects on his own role and seeks innovation.

"Flowers" didn't win the best movie back then, but it was just a little touching.

Guo Pei'an didn't take Di Lan's advice seriously. After carefully reading the opinions given by Di Lan, he called back and said, "Lynch, you are really good, if he is popular in the future

I don't know if there is still a chance to work with him."

Lynch received a call from Guo Pei'an, and was not surprised by his praise or disgrace, "Director Guo, don't hold him too much. The child is young and just enters the industry and is prone to floating around. You are his first mentor. If you think he is good, you will definitely cooperate again next time.

”

Guo Pei'an sighed for a while, and the words of praise continued, and praised Di Lan from the outside to the inside. Finally, he remembered something, "You have to pay close attention to such a good seedling, his private life."

. ""

After talking until the time comes, Guo Pei'an doesn't want to worry too much.

Lynch responded and hung up the phone. Is it private? The kiss in the parking lot appeared in his mind again. He raised his hand and touched his lower lips lightly, looking a little dazed.

Di Lan was sitting on the set reading a book. She was going to shoot a rainy scene at night. She had to roll twice on the ground. Before the filming started, Di Lan was still clean and refreshing. She sat on a chair, holding a book with a milky white cover, and clamped it on the chair.

With a small lamp, he looked calm and focused, not like the unruly boy in the movie.

Ren Miao came over and said, "Existentialist psychotherapy?" and said in a very surprised tone, "Look at such a profound book."

Di Lan closed the book, with no expression on her face, "Look at it casually."

Ren Miao has been in the group for a long time.

In acting, you have to devote your feelings. In the movie, Sheng Ying loves He Xiangyang deeply. Ren Miao is a little immersed in the play, and Di Lan is really good-looking.

Not only is he good-looking, Di Lan's every move has an indescribable attractive magic. For example, now, he is wearing old clothes and yellowed canvas shoes, sitting on a simple chair on the set, a bad quality

When the lights of the small lights were lit, the whole person was elegant and noble. He spoke few words but his voice was magnetic. Ren Miao said a few words to him outside the play, which was a bit flattered.

"Can you understand? What is this?" Ren Miao said.

Di Lan lowered her eyes and stroked the smooth pages.

On the set, he had a little time to study and study. This is the third book about suicide he has read this month.

"The filming is about to start, and all departments are preparing." The assistant director shouted.

"It's started," Ren Miao found a way for herself. She had a good mentality, first in work and second in beautiful children. She smiled, "Come on."

Lynch parked his car outside the set, and he said hello in advance, without anyone taking him, and entered the set smoothly.

Although it was night, the set was still very lively.

The high-pressure water gun violently hit the water flow, and the huge fan blew out the real feeling of wind and rain. When the light hit the person in the rain, Lynch saw Di Lan.

Di Lan was soaked all over, her thin T-shirt was pressed against her body, and her clear muscle lines were faintly revealed. Her steps were as if she was injured and she fell heavily to the ground.

Lynch could see that Di Lan was really falling.

The mud was wet and muddy. Di Lan struggled for a few times and seemed to be exhausted and couldn't get up. She simply lay on the ground and laughed to the sky and the earth.

"Ka!"

With the director's call, the water gun and fan immediately stopped, and the assistant hurriedly dragged the bath towel over and wrapped it in Di Lan.

Although it was summer, it was still a little cool at night. The water sprayed from the high-pressure water gun was particularly fishy. Di Lan wiped her nose and went to the back of the camera to look at the camera.

"Okay," Guo Pei'an's expression was stable, "just this one."

Di Lan looked carefully, "It seems that the lights behind are too close, they look a little fake and not realistic enough, so let's have another one."

Guo Pei'an glanced at Di Lan and smiled slightly, "Okay, that's not bad."

Di Lan nodded, and the departments were preparing to take another shot.

Lynch stood outside the crowd, watched Di Lan take two more photos, added Ren Miao to the back and forth, and drizzled for at least an hour.

The last time I was doing a task, Lynch was full of mission nodes, and never seriously investigated Di Lan's class, and sometimes he wouldn't stare at it when he came.

This was the first time he saw Di Lan during filming.

It's totally like a different person.

He looked serious, squatting in front of the camera and carefully discussing with the director and actress, with his eyes focused.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, I'll finish work today." Guo Pei'an nodded, Ren Miao laughed first, took a sip from his assistant, and trembled, "I can finally rest."

Di Lan took off the wrapped towel and rubbed her wet hair randomly. Without saying a word, he walked to the chair beside him. As soon as he touched the pages of the chair, a sound that he couldn't believe came from behind him.

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——"It's quite hardworking."

Di Lan subconsciously took off the towel to cover the chair, then turned around and looked at the person standing in front of her. Only then did she dare to spit out the two words she was thinking about, "Lynch?!"

Lynch's eyes were filled with a smile, "Come on, temporary, don't say anything, I don't bring anything."

The staff were removing the lights and slid over Lynch one by one. Di Lan had only one of Lynch in his eyes. He remembered the kiss from the underground parking lot, and his eardrums trembled in his heart, and he licked his lips, "

Have a midnight snack?”

Di Lan lives in a nearby hotel, three-star, and the conditions are very average. The crew can only afford such a hotel. As the starring actor, Di Lan does not have any special treatment. Ren Miao is better. She lives alone on the third floor.

Di Lan lives on the second floor, next to Guo Pei'an's room, which is convenient for opera.

"You sit first, I'll take a shower and have a midnight snack later." Di Lan was wet all over, really, from inside to outside, from head to toe, like a water ghost, dripping with her ticking.

Yes, he entered the bathroom with a towel in his hand.

The bathroom was not big, so Di Lan stuffed the book on the towel rack. It was inappropriate to think about it, so she used two towels to rub the book on it, making it messy.

After looking back and forth for a few seconds, I made sure that even if Lynch came in, I wouldn't find it. Then Di Lan felt relieved to let the water go and start taking a shower.

Lynch looked at the whole room, which was beyond his expectations and was well organized and clean. Two boxes were placed in the corner of the wall, the changing clothes were temporarily hung on one side, and the washed socks and underwear were neatly clamped.

Blow dry under the air conditioner vent.

There were two water cups on the table next to the TV cabinet, a thick script, covered with notes and notes.

There was no naughty childishness in Di Lan in the whole room.

This is another Di Lan.

The sound of water stopped shortly after, and Lynch heard Di Lan's magnetic voice coming from the narrow bathroom, "Lynch, I forgot to change my clothes, please help me with it."

Lynch turned his head and opened his mouth to say yes, but when he opened his lips, he didn't make a sound.
Chapter completed!